He only wish that his mother had been there when he really needed her. His teenage years had been hard. His father cared more about his grades and his tutors had never taken him under their wing, until Kale. He had shown Emile that someone, other than his mother, cared for him. "Thank you. I do still love playing. I will have you play for you soon."
Emile smiled again. "That is very well true, but still. You know more than me about students. Did you tutor much longer after father fired you?"